Sophie, I miss you ❤
I got my first dog when I was 9 years old. I had always wanted a dog. One who would lay with me and cuddle, one that would play and swim, and I would walk and love for a long time.
What I ended up with was different, but better than I could imagine.
That dog got me.
She understood the value in a good nap. She knew when I needed a cuddle buddy. That's how I knew I was the favorite, because she always seemed to end up in my bed.
She knew how to be a spaz taking laps around the backyard until she was tired and had to lay down.
On walks she was in her own little world, but when the door was left open, she was off to the races. When she would get out, we would chase her down until she got tired or we caught her. She seemed a little too happy coming back to the house. Sometimes I wondered if liked escaping and left knowing we would follow her and bring her back home.
Sophie was also known in my house as statue dog. She would stand and stare at a wall or an object for minutes frozen in that position without moving. It was a real talent.
When I left for college, I missed my pup dearly. Sleeping without a dog in my bed or watching a movie without her cuddled up to me was a little sad. But alas, I persevered and the trips home to see her were great.
As she got older, she started to have seizures and was disoriented, she was still my cuddle buddy though.
This past winter break I ended up changing my flight and coming home early to celebrate my birthday with my family.
We had a party and my sister tied this giant birthday balloon to Sophie. She walked around with it on for most of the party, I think she liked it.
The next day I woke up to my brother’s voice on the phone with my grandpa. Sophie had died in her sleep. After 13 years of life bringing joy and comfort to my family, she left us.
She was a great dog and brought joy to my family for many years.
Soph, I just wanted to thank you for waiting for me. I miss you, pup. You were the perfect dog for me ❤
